An Extra’s POV - Chapter 481

Chapter 481: The Resistance Of Fools
~WHOOOSH!~

Everyone charged at the apex predator as if it was nothing but prey.

The same people that once quivered in fear before him were the ones that now displayed such resolve and bravery.

How was that? Why…?

“INSOLENT FOOLS!”

Several orbs of destruction formed all around the Skeletal Dragon Lord, and he easily launched it towards the parties who targeted it.

As expected, they erupted masterfully.

~BOOOOOOOM!!!~

This loud cataclysmic noise was music to the Dragon’s hollow ears, no doubt, but one simple look at the battlefield was enough to show it how ineffective its attacks were.

“Icy Blizzard!”

“Extermination!”

“Explosion Bombardment!”

The Spells from the three Mages that stood at a distance echoed forth, and the effects of their Magic instantly got rid of any smoke that covered the battlefield.

In that instant, the Skeletal Dragon Lord was bombarded with three incredibly powerful attacks—each around the level of A-Tier.

~BOOOOOOOOOM!~

The effects they had on the Skeletal Dragon’s body was mitigated due to its passive defensive Skills, but it was blown back a little simply due to the force alone.

“GUH! YOU…!”

Before it could even respond, Adonis was right in front of it with an incredibly dense blade pointed straight at the bony face of the Dragon Lord.

“Grand Light Descent!”

~WHUUUUUUSH!~

The energy descended upon the Dragon Lord’s face, bathing its entire body in the power that burned with fervent heat.

Everyone had to shut their eyes, or maybe squint, just from the sheer scale of the golden furnace.

But, that wasn’t all.

The moment the light ray ended, every single close-range fighter sent a barrage of assaults at the same time, hitting the creature with their strongest moves.

~BOOOOOOOM!~

The teamwork was fluid, the power output was flawless, and with everyone constantly attacking without end, they hoped to bring the creature to its knees.

But…

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‘… How foolish.’

The Skeletal Dragon Lord watched the impudent humans who attacked him desperately, and he couldn’t help but feel the futility of their actions.

It wasn’t particularly a breeze for it, since their attacks were still causing a bit of damage and discomfort.

From its limbs, to its wings, to its incredibly long tail… they were all giving out all kinds of abilities, sending attack after the other.

They were also incredibly infuriating, but they offered such minimal damage. Undead felt no such thing as pain, so other than the annoyance that the pesky creatures offered, the Skeletal Dragon Lord didn’t think they were a problem.

‘The time limit was about three minutes according to what the boy told his comrades, but he doesn’t realize that I have the [Ears Of Truth] Skill, so I know he was lying.’

The limit was probably within the range of five to seven minutes, and the reason for the false time was to throw the Dragon off and cause it to lower its guard.

‘That won’t work, though…’

Of course, the Skeletal Dragon felt incredibly frustrated that it couldn’t land any damage on them, but it wasn’t in any particular hurry to do so.

If being an Undead taught him anything, it was the virtue of patience.

‘I’ll just indulge them until they wear themselves out.’ Humans, no matter how much power they displayed, still had limits.

Sure, these humans seemed somewhat from the several that roamed the world. Merely by looking at the abilities they were displaying, as well as the damage they dealt, he surmised they had a lot of A-Tier and even S-Tier Skills in their arsenal.

No normal human could use something like that.

Despite having this understanding, the Skeletal Dragon Lord wasn’t particularly surprised about anything.

‘They must be like those ones, huh? The visitors…’ It narrowed its eyes and began to introspect a little deeper.

‘It makes sense, I suppose. I was wondering why the trap on the Ground Floor activated. It’s only meant to respond to strong wavelengths of energy that their kind give off…’

From this Skeletal Dragon Lord’s experience, the Visitors from other worlds were usually a lot stronger than any native of H’Trae.

‘I would know, considering how my brethren and I fought in the wars back then.’

It all got so exhausting that the Dragon Lord, back in its prime, thought of simply ending the conflict through a truce.

However, the words that the Dragon Emperor told it on that day shook it to its very core.

They remained with it till this very day.

“Our sole purpose is that chaos and carnage. This everlasting battle shall never end.”

Till now, it never fully understood what the Emperor meant by that. However, it was able to know what sort of fate awaited it if it continued with its duties in the Empire.

‘I decided to defect, but it seemed like the Emperor already anticipated my actions…’

It got ambushed by its comrades, and it would have died if not for some kind of Ancient power that it found by chance—one that gave him an undying body and a bountiful supply of Miasma.

It was the Hollow Technique of the Chaos Art… something like that.

Thanks to that, even after a Millennia, it was still alive and self-sustaining.

‘Anytime I wake up from my long nap and decide to have some fun, I just make this home of mine appear near some civilization and cause some damage.’

It was still a Dragon, after all. It could not escape its nature.

‘Humans are just playthings in the end. As long as I can have my fun with them once in a while, I’m content…’

A long-drawn conflict with them was just useless and pointless.

‘Even now, it has become boorish.’ As long as it had the Ancient power protecting it, there was no way it would ever fall.

As such, the Skeletal Dragon Lord beamed with incredible confidence and waited for the inevitable time for reckoning.

It was so sure of its victory—so certain of its superiority.

Until… it felt its Life Force suddenly take a plummet.

‘H-HUH…?!’